Le FP got given a handful of Nintendo DSi's a while ago (don't ask).
Naturally, one found it's way into my workbag and was soon loaded up with les Lapins Crétins. If any of you have a big commute, I can truthfully say that slingshotting virtual rabbits into the air at virtual targets is a fine way to pass the time.
So it was a bit of a worry when I realised late one night that my workbag had suddenly gone missing. I'd had it that evening when I left for dinner with my boss. But then I couldn't recall seeing it afterwards and decided that it was in Debbie's car.
I didn't really worry too much - I was certain that it was in Debbie's boot - and so went to bed with an easy mind.
At 1am the telephone rang. It was the manager of the Café Beaubourg.
Now I know I'd been there for a drink earlier in the evening, and that they obviously appreciated my patronage - however, I did think it was a bit much to be ringing me at such an hour to thank me for my visit. Turns out that that wasn't the purpose of the call.
Apparently they had found my bag. Apparently I'd left it there in a moment of giddiness.
Well, luckily it's an honest establishment, given how the bag contained a full life support system of passport, wallet, keys, DSi, Blackberry charger and a small insignificant thing called my work laptop.
On top of all that is the bag itself - a lovely Lancel number. It's worth a pretty penny and was a gift from le FP in our early days. Yikes. Well done them for being honest.
The next day, I went to collect my bag. I took the opportunity to meet up with an old flame that many of you will remember - Skaterboy. He works in the neighbourhood so meeting up for a boisson seemed like a good idea.
When he arrived, I looked at him and started to wonder what I'd seen in him all that time ago. He's cute enough, but, to be honest, he's not my type. He's thin - and I really don't like thin. And he's nerdy. Although I quite like that. Plus he looked like he needed a good wash. I really don't like that.
He sat down next to me.
"So you got your bag back then?" he said.
"Yeah, thank goodness" I replied. "le FP was about to kill me for losing one of the first gifts he ever bought me".
"I got the best ever gift from my boyfriend this Christmas" Skater boy said.
I never knew there was a boyfriend, but hey, it's not like I'm bothered (nor would I have been had he been mentioned at the time of our 'thing').
And then he started to tell me what his boyfriend had bought him.
A rifle, to be exact.
A real one, from the German army. Decommissioned.
"Is it a modern gun?" I asked him.
"No," he replied, "It's from World War two".
"So it's a Nazi gun?"
"Yeah, a real classic".
"Right. A used Nazi rifle. And what exactly are you going to do with it?" At this point I was getting a bit worried.
Rightly so, it turned out.
"Oh, I'll be taking it out with me when I wear the uniform he bought me for my birthday" he said, cheerily.
"Let me get this right" I said. "You have a Nazi uniform that you wear outside the house and now you have a real-life-used-by-Nazis-nazi-rifle that you plan to wear with the Nazi uniform?"
"Yeah" he replied, enthusiastically "Cool, isn't it?"
I couldn't even begin to explain to him how this was so far from cool that it was off the scale.
I got the bill. I paid. I left.
I deleted his number.
Some things are best left to others to deal with, right?